The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (142 page)

I kissed him gently, tenderly, softly and framed his beautiful face. “Why didn’t you tell me you were struggling?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know, I’ve been doing small quantities for a few weeks but it seemed to get worse at the weekend,” he admitted and I loved him more for his honesty. “I’m so sorry about Connor, I was high when I asked him and I just presumed . . . well you know,” he looked away sheepishly.

I frowned. “I can’t understand why you thought it would be what I wanted.”

He sighed and stood up, walking to the window and staring out of his balcony doors. “I was feeling paranoid and I got it into my head that maybe I wasn’t enough for you. I just wanted to please you but there was also that little part of me wondering if I could . . .”

He ran his hands through his hair and I walked over to him, circling my arms around his waist. “You wondered if Connor would fuck you?” I finished for him. He nodded. “Mason, we need to be honest with each other. If nothing else I need your honesty.”

He nodded. “I know you think I want that . . . you know, a man but it’s not that, I just enjoy the intensity, the feeling it brings me . . . it just turns me on when you . . . when you touch my . . .”

I sighed and tightened my grin, “Your arse, Mason.” He nodded again and I pulled him round to face me. “Why are you embarrassed? What happens in the bedroom is between us. I accept that part of you and nobody else has to know what we do. So what’s the problem?”

He smiled this time and stroked his thumb across my bottom lip. “I don’t deserve you, you amaze me, baby.”

I smiled and pulled him over to the bed, pushed him so he sat on the edge and straddled him. “Promise me that when you need to score that you’ll find me, just like we did before.”

He kissed across my jaw and then up over my ear and planted a kiss on each eye. “I promise, if you distract me just the way I like.” He grinned against my forehead and my breath hitched as each of his hands found a breast and caressed gently.

“Mmm,” I whispered as I pushed him back down on the bed. “We need to be quick; I have to pick George and Katie up in twenty minutes.”

I grinned when he moaned as I rubbed myself against his erection. “I’m sure we can manage that,” he whispered as he slipped into me.

CHAPTER 22

WE WERE SAT curled into each other on the sofa watching TV and Mason was drawing circles lazily on my back. George and Katie were sleeping softly and Neo was in the kitchen tapping away lightly on his laptop when my phone rang on the table. Mason reached for it as he was nearer and I saw the frown on his face as he checked at the display and passed it to me.

“Hi Gary,” I answered and his cheerful tone greeted me.

“Hey Ava. I was just ringing to see if you were free tomorrow? My mum and Dad want to take you to lunch,” he asked and I swallowed nervously.

“Oh . . . yeah that’s fine. Where and when?” Mason’s eyes narrowed on me and I frowned back, wondering what he was frowning at.

“La Roche? 12ish?”

“Yes that’s fine, La Roche at 12.” We said our goodbyes and I leaned over, replacing my phone on the table and turned my attention back to the TV show. I was grinning inwardly at Mason’s expression and posture, he was dying to ask who I had been speaking to but he wouldn’t want to appear possessive. After about ten minutes he had shifted a total of six times on the sofa beside me, it was driving him crazy and I was starting to feel sorry for him.

“You busy tomorrow lunchtime?” I asked nonchalantly, my gaze still on the TV.

I could feel his excitement at my question. “What time?” he asked, trying to appear casual, keeping his eyes on the screen. What time? I laughed internally, he knew damn well what time but I didn’t let him off that easy.

“About 2ish?” I replied. His head shot round and he glared at me. I grinned up at him. “You are so easy to wind up,” I laughed.

He grinned back at me. His fingers walked underneath my t-shirt and up my stomach and I tensed. “Are you trying to bait me, Miss Stone?” he asked with a gleam in his eye

“Always, Mr Fox,” I fisted his hair and pulled his mouth to mine. “Kiss me like you own me,” I whispered against his lips.

“I do own you,” he groaned and covered my mouth with his, his tongue sweeping in and demanding attention as it circled my own. “You’re mine, Ava,” he breathed and I moaned against him. His dominance and control turned me on and he knew it. “Who are you meeting Ava?” he asked quietly as he came in for another kiss. I didn’t answer knowing what would happen if I didn’t. “Tell me,” he ordered. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back so he could look at my face, knowing I loved this part of him. I grinned mischievously. “Do I need to spank it out of you?” he demanded harshly and my breath hitched. “You are such a bad girl,” he growled as his kiss became urgent and needy.

“Yes,” I hissed.

He stood up and pulled me up. “Upstairs,” he ordered and I bowed my head to him.

“Yes, Mr Fox,” I breathed and his eyes darkened. He growled and flung me over his shoulder when I didn’t move quickly enough.

Depositing me in the middle of the bedroom floor he pulled up the chair and sat in it. “Take your clothes off,” he commanded and I smiled.

Not wanting to waste time I gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it slowly over my head but held it against my chest as I wasn’t wearing a bra. His eyes became hooded as his hand settled over the erection in his jeans. My eyes flicked to watch him. “You like watching me stroke myself don’t you?” he asked. I swallowed the breath that had lodged in my throat. “Answer me!”

My arousal spiked at his tone, “Yes,” I replied with a heavy swallow.

He grinned, slowly slid his zip down and took out his huge stiff cock. “Clothes, Miss Stone,” he reminded me. I gulped, unable to remove my eyes from his actions.

I dropped my shirt beside me and his eyes lowered to my heavy breasts. “You have such pretty tits, Ava,” he moaned as he continued to masturbate.

“Trousers,” he told me and I quickly removed them, now just stood in my black lacy thong. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “Come here.” I walked slowly over to him, my eyes still on what was happening in his lap. “Take them off.” I slid my fingers into the strings and pulled, snapping them off. A loud growl left Mason’s throat and my pussy wept at the sound. “God, what you do to me,” he grated through his tense jaw. “On your knees.” My breath hitched and I slid to my knees in front of him. “Good girl.” He continued to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving my face. “Do you want my dick in your mouth Ava? Do you want me to fuck that dirty mouth of yours?” I moaned at his words. “Yeah? You want it, Ava?” he asked huskily and I knew he was struggling to hold back.

“Yes, I want you to fuck my dirty mouth,” I breathed harshly.

I noticed his cock twitch at my words and he shuffled forward in the chair. “Open those lush pink lips, baby,” he demanded on another growl.

I did as he asked and he rested the swollen head on my bottom lip. “Hands behind your back.” I looked up at him through my eyelashes, “Now!”

I was practically coming apart; my need for his cock to slip between my lips was now an urgent need so I clasped my fingers behind my back and my reward was instant as he slid himself between my lips. “Mmm,” I murmured around him and he jerked at the vibration. His hands gripped my hair to hold my head still as he slid in and out of my mouth.

“Take it all, baby,” he snarled as his thrusts became more frantic and urgent. He was increasing his plunges and speed but still held back enough not to make me gag.

“More,” I demanded as I loosened my throat.

“Fuck yeah,” he hissed as he drove to the back of my throat. “Fucking suck me harder.” I did as instructed, sucking and slurping him deeply. “Shit baby, I’m gonna come in your fucking throat” he roared as he shot his load, filling my mouth and throat with his warm yummy cum. He jerked and twitched inside me, moaning my name as he came.

Pulling out he looked down at me. “I think you deserve a reward for that.” I smiled up at him expectantly, my hands still locked behind me as I knelt before him. “Go bend over the bed,” he ordered and I practically fell over myself in my haste to do as he asked, my excitement and arousal now soaring.

I bent over and clasped the duvet in my fingers. My breath hitched as he wrapped something around my eyes, plunging me into blackness and then it was all pure sensation. His finger swept over my groove and he hissed. “You’re soaked, baby. You need me to take care of that throb for you?” he asked as his tongue swept over every inch of my back.

“Yes, please Mason. I need to come, make me come hard.”

I jolted as his hand cracked my bottom. “I don’t take orders,” he growled in my ear as he rubbed a finger against the crack of my bottom. I moaned as he slid a finger in me and circled it, stretching my walls. I ground my hips against him; my need was virtually making me sob.

His hand slapped my buttock again. “Keep still.”

I moaned loudly as he slipped another finger in. “God, yes,” I groaned as I felt his tongue flick at my engorged clit.

“Don’t come until I tell you,” he ordered and a sob erupted from my throat.

“I don’t . . . Ahhhh Goddd,” I breathed as he slipped his fingers out and inserted one into my backside as his tongue laboured relentlessly on me. “Mason, please,” I begged.

“Not yet,” he ordered and I pushed my bottom further onto his finger.

My legs and spine tingled with electricity as I tried to hold back the climax that I knew would bring me to my knees. “Fuck me damn it!” I growled as I pushed back onto him again. A harsh slap landed on my ass and I whimpered. “Mason . . . I can’t hold it . . . I need to . . .” I hissed as he slipped a finger into my pussy as his other finger worked my anus and his lips sucked at my nub.

It was too much; the overload of sensation was taking my air away and leaving me unable to breathe. “Now, Ava,” he ordered and I screamed in release. My climax surged through me intensely and my knees buckled as I screamed again. “FUCK!” I cried as my body let go around me. He wrapped his arms around me to catch me before I landed in a heap on the floor.

He pulled me onto his lap and removed the blindfold as he held me tight until my body stopped trembling and the blood returned to my limbs.

“Jesus Christ,” I panted, “That was one of the best. You have succeeded in your monthly mission, Mr Fox.”

He laughed. “Back at ya.” He laid me on the bed and pulled me into him, nuzzling my hair. “You gonna tell me who you’re meeting now.”

I smiled to myself, “Nope.”

He rolled over and pinned me beneath him as he lightly stroked across my ribs, “You sure baby?” He smirked as one finger dug into my ribs and I jerked.

“Uh-huh.”

I wrapped my legs around him, making it more difficult for him to tickle me. “Ava . . .” he warned and I pursed my lips.

“I’m meeting a man,” I told him, biting my lip as another finger joined the first to start the torture. I clamped down further, my heels digging into his backside and I felt his erection press into my stomach. “Jesus, you need to tame that monster.” I giggled as a whole hand of fingers now began relentlessly tickling. “Mason, please,” I squealed as the tears rolled.

“Tell me then,” he chuckled as I wriggled and bucked underneath him.

I had now resorted to snorting and groaning against his unyielding punishment. “Oh God stop,” I begged.

“Tell me, baby,” he laughed.

“I’m meeting Gary,” I shouted, trying to catch a breath.

His fingers slowed a little but still persecuted me. “And who’s Gary?” he demanded with his eyebrows high, “Hmmm?”

He started to brutalize my ribs again and I groaned. “He’s a friend from my childhood.”

Mason stopped immediately as he stared at me. “What?” he asked incredulously as he reared back to regard me.

“You are such a jealous bastard,” I grinned and sat up.

“Come on, tell me,” he said excitedly as he knelt back on his heels. I stroked his cheek and smiled softly at him, his excitement for me warmed my heart.

“He’s a business associate of Nate’s, we had lunch last week and he recognised me, apparently his dad and my dad were best friends and we were always hanging out. I don’t remember much but his parents want to meet up with me.” I nibbled furiously on my finger, my stomach flipping at what they would want to discuss. Mason frowned at me.

“Why are you nervous baby?” I shrugged. “Tell me,” he urged as he took both of my hands in his, his head tipped to the side in puzzlement.

“Well Gary said we were all really close and they tried to adopt me when my parents died but they were turned down and . . . and . . . well they’re gonna ask all sorts of awkward questions aren’t they.” I sucked in my lips and frowned at even some basic questions that would be difficult to answer.

Mason sighed and cupped my face. “Baby, you have nothing . . . nothing to be ashamed of. Be proud of who you are, Ava. You wouldn’t be the most utterly amazing woman that you are if you hadn’t been dealt the hand in life you were given. You pulled through every single piece of shit and you are now a beautiful, intelligent, strong and caring person because of it,” he said softly. “You are my little warrior,” he whispered as he leant in and kissed me softly. He closed his eyes and rested them on my forehead as if he wanted to suck the shame and doubt out of me, take my all my apprehensions and bury them deep inside him. I framed his face with my hands.

“Will you come with me?” I asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” he smiled and kissed me again gently. “I’ll pick you up from work about 11:30.” He stood up and slipped his clothes on.

“I’m going to sleep now, I’m exhausted,” I told him as I curled up.

He nodded and kissed my forehead. “Sleep, I’ve got some calls to make and then I’ll be up, love you baby,” he said tenderly as he stroked my cheek.

“And me, you,” I whispered as I drifted before he’d even left the room.

“Hello sweetheart.” His lip curled as his eyes roamed over my bruised and beaten body. He came closer, his rancid breath tickling my cheek. “Do you need it rough and filthy Ava, is that why you’ve come back to me?” He chuckled that evil cackle he had that froze the marrow in my bones.